The Grind-ies are the gravelly, down and dirty, mentally painful, zero-to-something thinking, learning, and producing that it takes to create something of your own. The Grind-ies Challenge is a 30 day pursuit to enter the Grind-ies mindset on a regular basis and document the experience.
Moving towards psychological health is hard but it’s not that hard.
Maintaining psychological health—now that’s a muddy trudge up a jagged mountain with holey shoes, oozing blisters, and burning quads, while the sun drinks your body’s fluids from an invisible straw.
Parched. Growling. Achy. Lonely. Scared.
Motivated. Heightened. Alert. Brave. Fulfilled.
Keeping psychological health is the Groundhog Day version of waking up from a 4-year coma with all your friends ignoring you.
I began reading The Alchemist today.
Finally, someone gets me.
Play along with these posts like the Where’s Waldo? of introspection.
The interpretation can outshine the writing like Maya's Caged Bird.
I’m a shitty writer and a want-a-preneur.
I’d rather be a crappy pro than a good amateur.
Reinvention like Yogi when he'd wear dresses to steal pic-a-nic baskets.
I’m showing praise to my will like that Joyner Lucas song.
Grab the prize, numb to the pain like Kourtney K. when she removed her son herself.
You can see me naked anytime via my scribes.
Kourtney’s first sis.
I didn’t know life’s compass could point me in different directions.
Suffocate to be self-made. Don’t care if the world agrees.
Kourtney’s sis from the same miss.
Spazzin’ because the world don’t know me enough.
I gotta dash.
I’m on one.
Like sibling rivalries.
Time in the Grind-ies: 3 hours, 57 minutes
Projects: this pro bono freelance gig for this boutique PR firm.
How I felt afterward: I had to deliver the PR's material early then I crashed. Then I recharged by reading The Alchemist. Got the rest of the night for unstructured play.